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CI'm the son of rage and love
AmThe Jesus of suburbia
FFrom the Bible of none of the above
GOn a steady diet of
CSoda pop and Ritalin
AmNo one ever died for my
FSins in hell, as far as I can tell
GAt least the ones I've gotten away with
F GAnd there's nothing wrong with me
F GThis is how I'm supposed to be
F G In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
| C - G | F | (x2)
CGet my television fix
AmSitting on my crucifix
F The living room or my private womb
GWhile the moms and brads are away
CTo fall in love and fall in debt
AmTo alcohol and cigarettes
FAnd Mary Jane to keep me insane
GDoing someone else's cocaine
F GAnd there's nothing wrong with me
F GThis is how I'm supposed to be
F G In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
| C - G | F | (x2)
| C | Am | F | G |
| C | E | Am – G | F | G |
CAt the center of the earth
C/BIn the parking lot
Am GOf the 7-11 were I was taught
F GThe motto was just a lie
CIt says home is were your heart is
C/BBut what a shame
Am GCause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
F GIt's beating out of time
Am GCity of the dead
C FAt the end of another lost highway
Am G FSign misleading to nowhere
Am GCity of the damned
C FLost children with dirty faces today
Am G FNo one really seems to care
CI read the graffiti
CIn the bathroom stall
Am GLike the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
F GAnd so it seemed to confess
CIt didn't say much
CBut it only confirmed that
Am GThe center of the earth is the end of the world
F GAnd I could really care less
Am GCity of the dead
C FAt the end of another lost highway
Am G FSign misleading to nowhere
Am GCity of the damned
C FLost children with dirty faces today
Am G FNo one really seems to care
| G - C | G - C | F - C | G |
G CI don't care if you don't
G CI don't care if you don't
F C GI don't care if you don't care (x4)
F – GI don’t care…
| C | C | C | G# - G | (x2)
C G# - GEveryone is so full of shit
C G# - GBorn and raised by hypocrites
C G# - GHearts recycled but never saved
C G# - GFrom the cradle to the grave
C G# - GWe are the kids of war and peace
C G# - GFrom Anaheim to the Middle East
C G# - GWe are the stories and disciples
C G# - GOf the Jesus of Suburbia!
F GLand of make believe
F GAnd it don't believe in me
F GLand of make believe
F GAnd I don't believe
F – G CAnd I don’t care (x4)
F – G C - GAnd I don’t care
G BmDearly beloved are you listening?
C G DI can’t remember a word that you were saying
G BmAre we demented or Am I disturbed?
C G DThe space that's in between insane and insecure
| G | Bm | C | G - D |
G BmOh therapy, can you please fill the void?
C G DAm I retarded or Am I just overjoyed
G BmNobody's perfect and I stand accused
C G DFor lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
| G | Bm | C | G – D |
| G | F – C | (x4)
G FTo live and not to breathe
G FIs to die in tragedy
G FTo run, to run away
G FTo find what you believe
C DAnd I leave behind
C DThis hurricane of fcking lies
G FI lost my faith to this
G FThis town that don't exist
G FSo I run, I run away
G FTo the lights of masochist
C DAnd I leave behind
C DThis hurricane of fcking lies
C DAnd I walked this line
C DA million and one fcking times... But not this time!
| G | F – C | (x10)
| C | D | G | F |
C DI don't feel any shame
G CI won’t apologize
C D GWhen there ain't nowhere you can Go
C DRunning away from pain
G CWhen you've been victimized
C DTales from another broken...
GHome...
F – GYou’re leaving...
F – GYou’re leaving...
F – GYou’re leaving...
FAh you’re leaving home…
| G | F – C |
| G | F – C | G |
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